How is it that I haven't posted a single photo of my beloved little backyard flock yet? Thanks, facebook. I knew I wanted chickens, but I had no idea how much I needed chickens.
Mornings, one of the first things I do is let them out of the coop, see to their water, and fill the feeder. I find myself extending the time this chore takes. I pick up toys left from the previous day's adventures, look in on the compost, or...just sit on the edge of the sandbox and be with my birds for a while.
Everything that awaits me back inside the house slips away. My girls cluck and scratch and investigate stray threads on the cuffs of my jeans. They haven't a care in the world and while I'm out there, I haven't either.